It's by Rupert Graves - and it's not what you might expect (unless you read the subject line above).
Never Such Love
Twined together and, as is customary,
For words of rapture groping, they
'Never such love', swore 'ever before was!'
Contrast with all loves that had failed or staled
Registered their own as love indeed.
And was not this to blab idly
The heart's fated inconstacy?
Better in love to seal the love-sure lips:
For truly love was before words were,
And no word given, no word broken.
When the word 'Love' is uttered
(Love, the near-honourable malady
With which in greed and haste they
Each other do infect and curse)
Or, worse, is wrtten down ...
Wise after the event, by love withered,
A 'never more!' most frantically
Sorrow and shame would proclaim
Such as, they'd swear, never before were:
True lovers even in this.
.
Never Such Love
Twined together and, as is customary,
For words of rapture groping, they
'Never such love', swore 'ever before was!'
Contrast with all loves that had failed or staled
Registered their own as love indeed.
And was not this to blab idly
The heart's fated inconstacy?
Better in love to seal the love-sure lips:
For truly love was before words were,
And no word given, no word broken.
When the word 'Love' is uttered
(Love, the near-honourable malady
With which in greed and haste they
Each other do infect and curse)
Or, worse, is wrtten down ...
Wise after the event, by love withered,
A 'never more!' most frantically
Sorrow and shame would proclaim
Such as, they'd swear, never before were:
True lovers even in this.
.